it, let it go That?s what they say I?ll drive out memories, the evening air keeping me awake Those I leave behind only make room for more to be made I need this now more
Traduction: Say No More. Drive Home Long.
B] Fuck the money I'm leavin' I'm goin' back home after I break even I said what I said so as long as I'm speakin' B.o.B got the upper hand as long as
the money I'm leavin' I'm goin' back home after I break even I said what I said so as long as I'm speakin' B.o.B got the upper hand as long as I'm breathin
me wanna cake ya - fuck you Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through [Verse 1 -
me wanna cake it fuck you Whenever I see you nigga I'm a buck you And put a hole in ya chest that's big enough to drive a truck through I'll bring the
material possesions can materialise to a better you, Cars, nothing I drive can drive you out of this state of mind, For such an ugly picture and, Money, nothing I buy can buy more
s that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin' How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin' I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley
alone Like Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain't no glocks, and it ain't no sin No longer watching my back
made us shake on those long drives? One more long night Another seven days Heartbeat racing The interstate, my home tonight For one more long night
more I tried to be friendly, I tried to be kind I'm gonna drive you from your home, just like I was driven from mine Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more
ain't gonna worry po' me any more When I was young, driving was my crave You drive me so hard, almost to the grave Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more
Driving home she grabs something to eat Turns a corner and drives down her street Into a row of houses she just melts away Like the scenery in another
floor And promise me that I will be His girl forever more His girl forever more His girl forever more Who?ll promise me that I will be His girl forever more
be eating like ray j eat the pussy, Hey check it, I beat the pussy up like kimbo (slicee), Now you know they say your boy ray j he ' s a nympho, Drive
probably with the Byrd Gang See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin home boys But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled He say that we the best
AIDS, more parents mournin graves The plot thickens, somebody show us the way Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home